So, today was great. My daughter made the best…

My kiddo made the best flourless cake heart-shaped brownies. EVER. I ate 3 for breakfast.:) I feel like I deserve after 5 months of clean eating and very FEW cheats. Then we had an awesome time at church, great lunch with a giftcard at our fave eatery in our ‘hood. Then we went apple picking, found a charming bakery on the way back by accident and they let my daughter help them make bread! It was so impressive and kind and sweet. It was one of those classy small towns that you see in movies.

I just finished eating the rest of my lunch and another cake brownie and I am super tired, super happy and super surprised and humbled by all of the people that sent me gifts and texts and calls and posts regarding my birthday. As I have mentioned in other posts, I don’t feel like I have many friends sometimes, or a “crew”. The truth of the matter is, I have a heck of a lot of loved ones, but they come in the form of people that I would never expect, or that I rarely talk to or see, but they are there.

When I get to a ripe old age in around 50 years from now, I will be able to smile at birthdays past because I have been treated special. I always am, every year, and it is a subtle/needed reminder that I count and I am loved and I am worthy. I need to remember that all of the time without hearing it from 50 people. So as I put my tiara away until I celebrate again tomorrow night (:, I can rest knowing that I rule, at least for a week every year in September. If only we could see ourselves as God sees us. We would then see that we “rule” every day because we are all “fearfully and wonderfully made”.

Simply and Humbly~

Dee

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